Chad's Columbus Cocksucker -- Part Two
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Waking up in a cold bathtub, covered in dried piss and crusty jizz from three different cocks isn't the easiest of daybreaks... My head hurt from all the poppers I'd had shoved up my nose and I blinked rapidly trying to keep the sunlight out of my eyes until they focused on the man shaving at the sink next to me...
"Bought time you came to, cocksucker," Chad addressed me, not missing a stroke with his blade, a sharp, straight edged, old fashioned switchblade type of razor he liked to show off when he had a willing captive. And Jamie was always a willing captive.
"Are we alone?" Jamie asked, trying to sit up and giving in to exhaustion, feeling his body reconnect with the cold, wet tub.
"Yep, Brandon had to leave for work... That's where I'm off to in just a few..."
"Did I please you both, Sir?"
"You don't remember, fucker?" Chad laughed, pointing the blade at Jamie... "You were on fire last night, fucker. A good time was had by all, faggot...Now get up on your knees and take care of this monster before I have to go... You'll be spending the day tied up on the pool table in the basement."
Chad grabbed Jamie by his blond hair and helped the kid struggle to his knees as Chad unzipped the fly of his jeans and dragged his huge Italian sausage back out into the daylight... Jamie swallowed rapidly as Chad was in a hurry to not be late for work and was determined to give the boy a proper breakfast before he left.
"Chow down on it, buddy... That's what you come here for... That's what you need... That's what you cannot fucking live without... You are such a freaking little messed up piece of meat, aren't you, Jamie?"
Jamie nodded, gurgling a "Yes, Sir!" as best as he could with his mouth so full of Chad's huge shaft, still crusty from the night before. Chad straddled Jamie and began a full throttle pounding, gagging the boy something fierce and causing Jamie's already tender skull to bang against the tile of the tub walls. He's going to fucking give me a concussion, Jamie thought to himself as he surrendered to the abusive stud hovering over him, feeding him, hammering him, using him like the cocksucking slave boy he knew he was.
"Fucking take it ALL and don't fucking spill a drop, you little shit!" Chad demanded as he went over the edge and fed the boy yet another load of his never ending supply of jizzz... Jamie swallowed it all, determined to give pleasure to this man who was fiercely raping his throat and nearly tearing his hair out of his head while holding him in place to drain the monster of its last drop of protein.
Chad didn't have time to linger... He yanked his huge meat from Jamie's throat and tucked it back in his jeans behind his tight, black jockstrap. "Now get up and get your ass downstairs and onto that pool table... I don't have all day to mess with you, boy!"
Jamie obeyed as quickly as his bruised, exhausted body could and as he started down the stairs, he looked back and saw Chad whip out his cell and punch a couple buttons... "Hey Brandon... I'm gonna confine the boy here for the day... Yeah, he's feeling pretty roughed up but I feel like extending this tour of duty... Ain't gonna kill him to miss a couple Friday morning classes... Listen, man, the boy has had his breakfast, but my schedule is damn tight today so I'm gonna need you to make sure he gets his lunch... You know where to find the key and him."
Jamie lost track of time as the aching intensified... Somehow he managed to sleep some throughout the morning despite being tied down tight, spread eagled on the beat up pool table in Chad's basement... To Chad's credit he had taken the time to throw a jizz stained flannel blanket over the blindfolded boy before heading back up the stairs and out of his townhouse a day of electrical activities.
It was that crusty, flannel blanket being dragged across his rock hard cock and balls that woke him... He couldn't see with the duct tape wrapped around his head and eyes twice over but he could smell scents of leftover man sex in the damp basement. And he could hear breathing besides his own. Then he could hear whistling. Brandon liked to whistle.
"Time for your lunch, kid..."
"I'm really wiped out, Brandon... I don't suppose you could let me up to stretch for just a few minutes, could you?"
"What?! Kid, Chad would have my balls if I let you loose... even for just a few minutes," Brandon mocked the boy... "I'm sorry about your situation, James, but you know you ask for whatever you get when you walk into Chad's place. And he asked me to stop back by and make sure you got your lunch. Want to know what you're having?"
Jamie lied there, not answering... Not wanting to have a meltdown and trying to calm himself and get into the groove of whatever was about to happen to him... Jamie knew Brandon had a wicked imagination and lunch would be a creative, if filthy enterprise.
"Well, I'll tell you anyway..." Brandon said as he began tapping Jamie's balls with a heavy butter knife. "Cheese and crackers, kid... and some slave boy milk to wash it down... Are you hungry, kid?" Jamie wasn't hungry... He was in pain as Brandon's tall, sleek frame stood over the spread out, tied up, duct taped boy and increased the intensity of the way the butter knife landed on the kid's nuts. Jamie began groaning with each rapid tap of the steel on his balls -- balls that were still incased in a ball stretcher that Brandon had put on him the night before to create a better handle while he was fucking the kid.
"I'm hungry, Sir!" Jamie screamed, unable to take the nut torture any longer... That was all Brandon needed to hear and after a few more taps with the knife he replaced it with a crushing squeeze of Jamie's stretched out testicles. "Who's nuts are those, kid?"
"They're your nuts, Sir."
"That's right, kid, they're mine, no matter what Chad tells you... Your nuts are mine..."
Brandon had already pulled his nine inch cock out of his dress slacks before he had come down the stairs... Now he grabbed his shaft and pulled back the skin with one hand while he carefully scraped up some of his head cheese with the butter knife and spread it on a cracker... Brandon held the funky smelling cracker under Jamie's nose, laughing at the kid's reaction. "Open your mouth," he said as Jamie complied and Brandon shoved the cracker with his headcheese smeared on it into Jamie's mouth. "Chew it up and swallow, kid." Jamie chewed. Jamie swallowed. Jamie fought the urge to gag because he knew that would make Brandon angry.
Jamie's head was close enough to the edge of the pool table that Brandon's long legs could easily straddle his face and doing so, Brandon lowered his sweaty balls into Jamie's mouth... "Get those babymakers slick, kid."
"Make out with my nuts... Treat them good and..." Brandon paused while laying a few crackers out on Jamie's chest, "...and we'll see if we can't come up with some goo to make those crackers easier to swallow..." And then Brandon started to whistle.
Jamie bathed Brandon's huge, hairy nuts with his tongue, taking care to be gentle as he knew Brandon could blast quickly and he was getting into the man scent engulfing him and he craved it to last... "Going to have your second course here in just a few moments, kid," Brandon said, grabbing his cock with one hand while reaching down to resume tapping Jamie's nuts with the butterknife. Jamie moaned in pain, pain that quickly turned to agony as Brandon tapped his nuts harder and harder.
Brandon groaned over the boy, splattering Jamie's chest and the crackers as best as he could with seven or eight thick blasts of cock snot. He savored the cum, pulled his swollen scrotum out of the kid's mouth and then started feeding the boy the rest of his lunch... Jamie grimaced at the humiliating treatment he was receiving but he kept chewing and swallowing, knowing Brandon was following Chad's instructions and knowing Brandon was not going to give the kid a choice.
"I like a clean plater, kid," Brandon laughed as Jamie's swallowed the last morsels of jism splattered crackers. "Now I want to see a load of boy milk come out of that pathetic little cock of yours, James..."
"But... I can't..."
"Can't what, kid? Can't touch your cock, can you? Hmmm, how are we gonna handle this?"
Brandon started whistling and moved around to the other end of the pool table... He began pummeling Jamie's nuts with the butterknife again... "I suppose I could beat a load of boy milk out of you, what you say?"
Jamie strained against the ropes holding him in place, moaning from the pain, and even tempting Brandon's good nature by begging the man to stop the abuse a couple of times... Brandon responded to the kid's whining by whistling louder and hitting his nuts harder with the knife until Jamie's tears began loosening the duct tape wrapped around his head and eyes.
"This is going to take forever, isn't it, kid?... And I got to get back to work... Tell you what, Jamie... I'm gonna help you out but you better never tell Chad I let you slide on this, you understand, kid?"
Jamie was sobbing now and nodded his head, quivering as Brandon abruptly ended the butterknife beating he was giving the kid's nuts and tossed the utensil onto the pool table with a metallic thud... Then before Jamie realized what was happening, Brandon bent down and engulfed the kid's swollen cock in his mouth. The heat and moisture of Brandon's mouth on the kid's six inch shaft was so unexpected and intense that he didn't last long before Brandon felt his mouth filling with the kid's shooting seed.
Brandon kept up the suctioning on the kid's cock just long enough to make sure he had drained the boy and also just long enough to make sure the sensation of getting sucked started to hurt before pulling off the kid and heaving his body up on top of the tied up boy on the pool table. Brandon forcefully grabbed Jamie's head in one hand and his jaw in the other, forcing the boy's mouth open so he could spit the kid's boy milk into his mouth.
"Drink your jizz, kid... Drink all that gooey boy milk down... Chad likes you to get as much protein as possible -- even if it is your own recycled jizzz, kid..." Brandon laughed.
Brandon climbed off the boy and started straightening his clothes... and started whistling as Jamie heard him step away toward the stairs...
"Brandon, please don't go..."
"Got to make some money, kid."
"Will you please untie me before you go? I'm really hurting, man..." Jamie almost sobbed.
"Did I tie you up, kid? I think not. Chad tied you down to that table. I'm sure that's where he expects to find you when he gets home."
"I'll tell..." Jamie spoke without thinking.
Brandon stopped mid stairs... "You'll what, kid?"
"I mean, I don't want to... but... I need a break... Please, Brandon... just let me up for a few minutes... I gotta piss bad."
Brandon walked back over to the kid... He leaned down over the boy with his hot breath only an inch away from Jamie's right ear.
"Let me tell you something, kid," Brandon spoke in barely more than a whisper... "You tell Chad that I pitied you enough to help you out by sucking your pathetic little faggot cock, and I'll castrate you with a spoon... and then I'll feed you what's left of your bleeding nuts. Is that what you want, kid?"
"I'm sorry, Sir... I didn't mean it," Jamie gulped, now scared shitless of the strong man beside him.
Then Brandon reached down and took Jamie's balls in his left hand and started squeezing them, whistling while he crushed the boys nuts with his fist. The pain was so intense, it took Jamie's breath away and he began pissing all over himself and Chad's pool table.
(Sorry for the delay in adding the second installment... I do appreciate the positive feedback and hot emails I received in regard to Part One... Please feel free to contact me with suggestions for future installments... Your comments can be sent to: jizzzkid@yahoo.com and I will try to respond to everyone who writes)